Goodbye, Baby Birds
I first looked for the nest. I couldn’t see one anywhere.
I fiinally took a good look. Yes, they are dead. Limp, shriveled, greyish. The paper towels were soaked with waste. The smell of death was there but not overwhelming. I went outside with the hat/nest to dig a hole, but the ground was so dry. With all the dogwalkers, I figured they would be dug up quickly. I went up to the ivy patch and put them there. They were so light. You would have to measure them in grams, not ounces. Poor little guys.
Now I’m inside, and momma bird is on the porch. I see her. She is flying around and calling over and over. I don’t that bird’s brains are small, but I know that she misses them and wonders where they are. This is sad. Nature makes me sad sometimes. Go down a few posts and listen to that Dolly Parton song for me. It’s a fitting dirge for the little guys.
I want to see this soon somewhere:
And I may need to buy a birdfeeder today for the poor momma who is still out there calling.
Comment by Kristin M.
June 11, 2007 @ 1:33 pm
So sorry about the birds. You tried!